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Weird, extremely weird.

The ancestor of the ancient god shook his head in confusion, then withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to Yan Xing, and in a flash, he had penetrated deep into the core of the battlefield.

He is like a firework rising into the sky, and the brilliance will only fade away in an instant. If he were young, he would definitely capture this weird guy and study it carefully. Unfortunately, there is no time left to delay it now.

"Split the Sky——"

The ancestor of the ancient god held his hand emptyly, and a wisp of divine light shot from the depths of nothingness, instantly falling on his palm. The light was overflowing, the faint hum of the sword was faint, the sharp energy was hesitant, and it was another piece of mirror related to the mind. The equally famous fairy weapon.

"Old friend, long time no see."

Gently stroking the blade of Riakong's sword, the ancient god's ancestor looked happy and nostalgic. Suddenly, he returned to the dark ancient times, when he fought side by side with Riakong.

"How about you fight with me for the last time?"

Groan! !

The sky crackled with excitement and buzzing, and divine light flashed.

"kill--"

Ho ho ho!

Inanimate objects have no sense at all. They will not stop fighting and let the other party chatter.

Just because it's a long story, it only took a breath for the ancestor of the ancient god to wake up. All the powerful men had just fought, but they were all repulsed, and they were just wasting away their great power.

In a battle of this level, the bright light has obscured everything. With Yan Xing's strength, he can't see anything clearly. Even if he can see it, he can't understand it, and he can't measure the intensity of those attacks.

"I'm just a bystander."

Yan Xing murmured in his heart, reaffirming his position. Just now, the ancient god's ancestor was staring directly at him, and he was a little worried that the other party would make things difficult for him.

Fortunately, the attention of these powerful men is now on those monsters, so they have no time to care about them and will not affect his scavenging plan.

The Fortress of Sighs was driven thousands of kilometers away and was almost approaching the immortal energy barrier. When it landed here, it was also one of the strongest barriers.

Yan Xing looked back and saw that there were still many figures standing on the city wall, most of them were powerful men from all over the world. Such a strong breath of life attracted the surrounding inanimate bodies to gather crazily, like an endless wave, again and again. Slap on the city wall and fight crazily with all the strong men.

Buzz! Buzz!

The ray beams of the pulsar swept over again and again, and large monsters were directly disintegrated before they had time to roar, leaving only the hardest materials in the core, or precious fragments of laws, falling to the ground.

boom!

Ho ho ho——

The giant threw the sacred mountain on his back, killing many ferocious monsters. The surface of the mountain was shining with metallic light and extremely hard. Suddenly a rune barrier rose up, and a large number of figures shot out from the palace and caves. They all had strong auras and muscles. Qiuzha jumped out of the formation and fought with inanimate objects.

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The giant roared angrily, raised his hand, took out a huge black hammer from the pulsar, rushed across the earth, and attacked the spherical battlefield in the distance.

After all, he is also an immortal master. The injuries he suffered from fighting against the Sigh Fortress have been healed by the black and white divine light of his ancestor. Naturally, he has to contribute to fight with the most powerful monsters instead of hiding behind There was a small fight with a group of juniors in the back.

….

The flames of war are rising everywhere. Every corner and every person is fighting for blood. The intention of killing and death covers the sky and the sun, and all the scenes are stained with blood.

"I'm a scavenger."

Yan Xing murmured again in his heart, and took action, turning his body into reality. Before the gamma ray swept across, he had already turned into electromagnetism and escaped for a short distance.

Constantly rotating between the virtual reality, with each change, he can take the opportunity to tear open a dimensional crack and swallow up all the treasures such as precious materials, storage magic weapons, magic weapons, and law fragments that can be seen everywhere on the ground.

"How come this pulsar ray can't tell the difference between us and the enemy?"

Yan Xing was a little confused and looked around. Those strong men who rushed out of the fortress and the sacred mountain were obviously affected by the gamma rays, but they were not affected in any way. Only non-living bodies died. He estimated that there was probably some special identification secret, and no one told him without joining the defense of the Fortress of Sighs.

But the problem is not big, it just slightly affects his scavenging efficiency, which is something that can't be helped. When entering the virtual state, he cannot interfere with the outside world, including opening the hell dimension.

Even so, in just a few breaths, he had already gained a lot, especially the law fragments. Because of their hard texture, it was difficult to destroy them, so most of them were retained, which gave him an advantage.

After all, everyone is red-eyed and no one can guarantee whether they will die suddenly in the next moment. How can they still think about collecting the loot?

If you have a life to pick it up, you are afraid that it will be useless.

Only Yan Xing, relying on the talent of "Not Here", has no scruples at all. Even if the fragments of the law fall into the mouth of a god-level inanimate body, he dares to take it out.

"The wave of mist is a disaster for all living beings, but for me, it is a great opportunity. In many cases, people's joys and sorrows are not understood..."

Yan Xing's expression was weird and complicated. At every moment, he could obtain a large amount of resources. This should have excited him, and he even couldn't help but laugh to the sky. But looking at the monks who kept falling and dying around him, he was really embarrassed to laugh. The sound comes.

I am really ashamed, deeply ashamed. In this situation, I can only make a fortune in silence. If I do something excessive, I will feel uneasy.

"It's a sin, it's a sin. I don't want to do this, but these things are thrown on the ground and no one wants them. It's really a waste of resources!"

"Besides, I am weak and really powerless. I can only collect these treasures to make your sacrifice meaningful."

Yan Xing's figure went back and forth on the ground. Every step he took rotated between reality and illusion, and at the same time, a dimensional crack would open to swallow the items on the ground.

While whispering, his face turned red. Yan Xing felt a little embarrassed and ashamed.

"I gave birth to all things, and I transformed all spirits. When they are suffering, they must be saved. You don't need your power to save them..."

"As I have heard, once the Buddha was in the Trayastrimsa Heaven, preaching to his mother. At that time, the ten directions and countless worlds..."

In order to make himself feel at ease, Yan Xing held one hand in front of his chest, pinched the Taoist formula with the other hand, and recited the scriptures for salvation, hoping that these monks who died in the battle could rest in reincarnation and have a good rebirth in the next life.

….

"The Sutra of the Great Oneness of the Heavenly Lord of Rescue and Rescue" and "The Sutra of the Original Vow of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" are both treasures engraved on the Origin Stone Stele. They are different from the practice of cultivation that requires various preconditions. They only need to be recited devoutly to have magical effects, but Yan Xing does not know how much effect they have.

Anyway, I am idle anyway, and reciting it is also considered to have done something. In this way, picking up treasures will also make me feel at ease.

Buzz!

Yan Xing didn't notice that the boundless shadow of the hell dimension suddenly appeared in the depth of his left eye. As he kept reciting scriptures, an invisible attraction spread to the surroundings.

Originally, the soul particles of those monks who died in the battle were automatically reduced in dimension and were about to be sucked into the three-dimensional space-time underworld. The attraction of the hell dimension at this time directly and roughly intervened, swallowing all those soul particles and storing them in the second layer of the hell dimension that was about to be born.

This, this...

Yan Xing knew nothing about this. If he knew, he would definitely slap himself twice.

Shameless, extremely shameless!

It would be fine if he took the spoils that others had exchanged for their lives, but he didn't let them rest in peace after they died, and swallowed all the soul particles.

So, this is to send everyone to hell! ?

Such a method of salvation is amazing. Even the Buddha and the Taoist master would say, "You really know how to play."

The kind-hearted Yan Xing knew nothing and became more and more excited. His eyes were pious and he recited the scriptures for salvation. His voice became more and more broad, and the sound of Taoism and Sanskrit echoed over the battlefield.

So much so that every time the dimensional crack was opened, a strange swallowing force came, sucking the soul particles crazily.

Amitabha, Wuliang Tianzun.

Sin, sin.

Get rich, get rich.

Yan Xing's eyebrows jumped, looking at the crazy surge in the dimensional space, the mountains of treasures and resources, he really wanted to laugh, but the most basic moral values ​​did not allow him to show joy. He was so suffocated that he could only pinch his thigh from time to time.

"Ahem! What kind of monster is this thing? Why, why is it always haunting and can't be killed..."

Yan Xing, this weirdo, walked freely on the battlefield, ignoring all attacks, naturally attracted the attention of many powerful people. They were all confused and at a loss.

A non-living thing in human form?

Although rare, it is not uncommon. The first reaction of the crowd was to classify Yan Xing as a monster. After all, pulsar rays attacked him countless times.

What's even more weird is that some non-living things will also show attacking behavior towards that weirdo at certain times.

Weird, really weird.

The battlefield was too chaotic, and the fog covered it. After all, only a few people noticed Yan Xing. His appearance was not recognized by everyone, especially those forces that had just been transferred to the front line.

"Yan, Yan Xing!?"

In the Sighing Fortress, on the city wall, stood a towering ancient tree. Xian Qiuming, who was standing on it, suddenly froze, rubbed his eyes, and stared blankly at Yan Xing in the depths of the battlefield.

Is this guy really a monster?

Could it be...

Xian Qiuming frowned, and thought of the absurd speculation in the past. The aura of gods and demons that appeared in the Black Hill Mountains was closely related to Yan Xing.

I thought that Yan Xing would be the son of gods and demons.

Now it seems that the speculation can be bolder. Could this Yan Xing be a disguised monster of gods and demons?

Xian Qiuming's thoughts were erratic and had broken through the sky.

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